I head into the closet and pull out the red bikini that I spotted the first day. It has a complex system of straps and covers practically nothing. No way did Gabriella choose this. I try it on, and like everything else, it fits perfectly. Too much skin, but that’s how it’s designed. I pull a flower print sundress over the swimsuit and slip my feet into red four-inch heels that come very close to matching the bikini. The heels are not my usual footwear and I sincerely hope I don’t break an ankle. There is nothing I can do about my face, and I refuse to hide it. I pull my semi-wet hair into a French braid and nab a pair of Moon’s sunglasses from a shelf in his closet. I didn’t find any large gold chains to go with Moon’s thug image. Too bad because I’d have worn one.He has two books on his nightstand. One is a business book that I’ll admit sounds thoroughly boring. The other is Lincoln and His Admirals by Craig Symonds. I’ve read several Lincoln biographies and other books about the Ci
Moon takes my hand before the door closes behind the women. He doesn’t care if they hear him. “I’m sorry. My aunt should not have brought her ladies.”The door closes and they’re all inside. I can’t stop a laugh. “You’re upset that Danita brought the ladies? She gave me her card and asked me to call her once my face healed.”Moon gives me a crooked grin. “I’m actually not surprised about the business card. My aunt is a pro and a bitch when she chooses to be.”“Yes, I’m well aware of that now.” I notice small pearls of sweat on Moon’s throat. “Aren’t you hot in that suit jacket?”He shrugs. “Boiling, but it’s seeing you in that swimsuit, not the heat.”I lower the shades so he can see my eyes. “I could always take it off.”I don’t have a chance to take the swimsuit off with Moon present because he has limited time. He had only come home because Gabriella called to tell him that Danita brought a few of the escorts to the house.“My aunt brings the ladies here about once a month to swim
Gabriella enters the kitchen a few minutes after Moon leaves. I’m still standing beside the sink daydreaming about the kiss. She clucks her tongue when she sees that the dishes have been put away.She avoids my eyes as her gaze travels around the kitchen. “Thank you, Gabriella, for what you did today.”She turns and her expression isn’t nearly as tight-lipped as usual. “The Señora is poison.”I agree with her but don’t say so. I change the subject after a conciliatory smile. “Moon told me you’re cooking a special dinner tonight.” Her eyes go back to the hard look I’m accustomed to. I hold up my hand. “No, I have no intention of asking to help. I truthfully can’t cook to save my life.” She expels a breath and I continue. “I need to borrow some basic makeup and a curling iron and hoped you could help me.”Pity shows in her expression. She doesn’t think there’s much to be done about the bruises on my face. I would agree if she said as much. She opens a drawer, removes a pad and pencil, a
I unplug the curling iron and collect the makeup. It’s much more than I asked for, and the brand is something you would purchase from an upscale department store. I’ve never worn much in the way of makeup, so I’m not even sure what to do with most of it.Gabriella knocks at the door and enters with a young woman possibly in her late teens or early twenties behind her. “My niece, Guadalupe, will attend you.” Gabriella speaks to Guadalupe in Spanish and they both pick up a bag while I grab the dress. I’m in one of Moon’s bathrobes wearing the halter bra and a thong that was hidden by the bra. I almost overlooked the string thing. There will be no lines in the dress, but it’s as if I’m wearing nothing in the way of panties at all. There is no doubt that Gabriella wishes me to seduce her employer, and I’m not sure why. Or, why she would think that hadn’t happened yet. We have been sleeping in the same bed.She leads us down the hall and enters the room where I stayed the first time I was
My stomach is a tight ball of nerves as I walk down the staircase. Moon is waiting below and watches me descend. He was wearing a suit when he left the house today. He has obviously changed into another one. It’s black and sleek, and I catch my breath at how incredible he looks. It’s not only how he looks. It’s the power he holds by the way he stands. The intense expression on his face, and damn—his eyes.I stare at Moon like he is the most scrumptious piece of candy on earth. His expression says something entirely different. He’s looking at me like the predator he is and I’m prey. My belly flip-flops and my knees go weak. He places his hand out and I take it because if I don’t, there’s a good chance I’ll fall.I pull in a breath and try to regain my equilibrium. His gaze travels to my breasts. I can feel the heat rise over my chest to my neck and up into my cheeks. Moon is the combination of every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had. I’m burning with need. His appreciative gaze tells me I’m
Fucking. God. Christ. I want this man. I’m shaking with urgency and at the same time I want him to go teasingly slow. His lips touch my skin right above my pussy. I moan and grind my foot even harder into the table. He pushes my knee outward and kisses lower. His mouth is warm and wet and driving me wild. His tongue strokes and I lift my foot off the table. His hand clamps down on it and forces it back. His husky laugh sends more warmth across my pussy. If he does it again, I’ll come.My desire is jacked through the roof. Moon’s only just begun this slow, torturous seduction, but our sexual dance has been going on for days, and I’m insane with need. He lifts up from my inner thighs and moves over me so his mouth is at the neckline of my dress.No, no, no. I need him back. Down. There. I need him tasting me and doing more wickedly wondrous things to me. He has no intention of giving me what I want. I read the message in his eyes when he looks up. He’s in control. He pulls aside one sid
A proper fuck as opposed to a table fuck, I guess. My cheeks heat at the thought. “If I shower, my makeup will come off and my bruises will ruin the mood.” I’m not really teasing.His lips slide over my cheek. “You’re beautiful, but I prefer you without all the makeup even if the bruises show. You’re strong and a fighter. That turns me the fuck on, baby.” He walks out of the dining room to the stairs. I want to object that I’m too heavy, but he’s powerful and I want to feel his strength. A man who will take me as I am and who isn’t intimidated by my assertiveness is a rarity.We shower and wash each other. It turns into a steamy soapy skin on soapy skin mind-blowing orgasm for me. I want to taste him and the shower is the perfect opportunity. He’s the only man I know who says no to a blow job.“I want to fuck you in my bed,” he tells me as he turns off the water and leads me to the bed. The house is cool but our bodies warm. We fall on the bed still wet without taking time to dry. I l
My apartment is cramped, hot, and lonely. I guess it’s always been this way, I just never noticed it like I do now. I turn the thermostat to its normal I’m home setting. After staying at Moon’s, the heat is unbearable within an hour.I check through my messages, glad that the cell phone from my car was waiting in the rental. Three missed calls from Terry, one from Brenda, and one from my dad. Crap. I forgot about calling my mother. I make the call. My mother is a wonderful person, but she has her moments. This is one of them. She talks my ear off for an hour while I swelter. I finally tell her I have other calls to make and need to get to work. She disapproves of my job and doesn’t ask specifics. She disapproved of law enforcement too. I’ve come to terms with it, and maybe one day my mother will realize that a boring eight to five job is not my thing. I call Brenda next.“Hey, girl, you had us worried,” she says as soon as I identify myself. “Terry was planning to call in a missing